by Ruby Cox
She turned and pulled her shirt off and said I bet this looks even better. She kissed me and grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs and she was already wet. She told me to strip and to take care of her like I did her friend. I stripped quickly and started kissing her again. I said I wasn’t sure and she said she was. I continued to rub her love mound and she moaned I put her on the couch and spread her legs and kissed her lightly on her pussy.
I slowly licked, kissed, and sucked and she began moaning and groaning and soon I could tell she needed more and started on her clit and stuck my finger in her and she screamed and squirted big time. After this went on for a few minutes she said she wanted me to screw her.
I said I didn’t know since she was married and I didn’t know how her friend, Mary, would feel. About that time Mary said go ahead but save some for me.
I asked April did I need to use a rubber and she said no that she was fixed after four Kids. I got on top of her and she grabbed my cock and guided me in and soon I was in a slow rythem and she kept moaning. I looked over to the side and Mary was in a chair playing with herself and she was starting to moan. That made me speed up and soon April started coming again and asked me to fuck her hard. I started pounding her and soon so I was ready to fill her up and asked her if she wanted it in her or where and she said in her and I squirted 4 big squirts.
After I pulled out I got down and licked her pussy more and she had another small orgasm. When I sat back on the couch, I told her to suck me and clean me off and she told me that she had never sucked a dick before. I called Mary over and told her to show her how and she got on her knees and licked me clean. After this I was hard again and Mary said I need that meat and she straddled me and lowered her pussy on it and went crazy and I told her to slow down and she said no and soon I filled her up.
April turned out to be a quick learner because she bent over and cleaned mine cock off. We all caught our breath and I felt my cock rising and I asked if anyone wanted it and both said she they did. I asked who wanted to be eaten and who wanted to be fucked. Mary said she hadnt been eaten yet so she wanted that. We got on the floor and Mary got on my face and April got on me and lowered herself on my cock which by then was rock hard again. I worked on Mary and she started rubbing herself all over myself. and soon came. She got up and told April that she should try it in the arse and April said she had never tried that so she got off of me and I had her get on her hands and knees and I licked her arsehole till I got it wet and slowly entered that hole while she screamed and hollered with pleasure.
After I finally worked it in, I screwed her arse slowly and soon I felt a load building and I told her to be ready and I squirted in her arse. We all got up and took showers and when I came out, I was rock hard again. I didn’t know that they had spiked the wine with.
Mary said that she needed to take care of that and had me sit on the couch while she got between my knees and began sucking me. April came in and said she wanted to try that again and Mary told her to go ahead and April jumped right in and soon had me ready to cum.
I asked if she wanted it in her mouth but she said no so I had her and Mary kneel in front of me and I used my hand to finish myself and squirted all over their faces. We all wiped off and laid on the floor and went to sleep. I was awakened early the next morning with Mary sucking my dick when got semi hard and she got on top of me and slowly fucked me. April said she didn’t want the weekend to end and since it was only Saturday, we had a couple of days till her hubby got back.
Couples fun
My wife Belle and I had often talked about meeting up with another couple at a restaurant where we would engage in sexy games under the table. We’d already had some swing sessions (both soft and hard) with other couples, and threesomes with a girl, plus we’d been to some swing clubs. We’d mostly enjoyed the experiences, but we also liked the concept of sexy foreplay and teasing in a risky situation as a nice way to build up to it.
We started chatting with a couple who seemed an ideal match. We used MSN to ‘meet’ each other and chatted about what we’d like to do. We arranged a meeting in the centre of Lisbon (where we all lived at the time) and they picked us up in their car. They were a good-looking couple in their early 30’s, let’s call them Ana and John. She was wearing a shortish skirt with fishnets and heels, and a nice top, A was wearing a short black skirt with no stockings but some nice sexy heels, and a tight red top. The guys were dressed casually.
We drove round looking for a restaurant while we made our personal introductions, and it was clear that everyone was happy with everyone else. Eventually we found an Italian place, pulled the car in to a suitable spot and went in.
We were enjoying ourselves, but we somehow felt a little awkward. We chatted for a while over the food, but curiously we couldn’t seem to make the break into what the whole point of the evening was about.
We had been in the restaurant about half an hour when suddenly Belle reached over and without saying anything put something on the table in front of John. He looked down and picked it up; he suddenly realised that they were Belle’s panties. He was absolutely speechless and he quickly dropped his hand out of sight.
Belle just looked at him and said “well, it’s what I promised I would do in the e-mail, remember?” John and Ana looked at her, and Belle asked whether they’d noticed her taking them off. They obviously hadn’t even though Ana had been sitting right next to her.
John was clearly really stunned - and turned on - by this. He couldn’t believe that she’d done it. Belle said “well, if you want to be sure, get under the table and take a look”. He dropped his lighter on the floor to give himself an excuse, and dived under. When he emerged he was even more turned on.
Belle then asked Ana if she’d do the same as her, but Ana had to confess that she was wearing fishnet tights, not stockings, and so wouldn’t be able to. We tried to convince her, but she was worried that taking the tights off without it being too obvious to the rest of the restaurant would be impossible. Belle checked out her story – she slipped her hand under Ana’s skirt and confirmed that she was indeed wearing tights over her panties. By the look on Ana’s face I suspect she checked a whole lot more out too.
All of us were now a little flushed, as the atmosphere had become substantially more erotically charged. The rest of the meal went quickly as now there was an urgency to get on with things.
We went down the stairs to the foyer of the restaurant, where the bathrooms were. Ana went in, while the rest of us waited in the foyer. Belle went and sat on a marble shelf next to the stairs, which was long enough for her to stretch her legs out. She then slid one foot back, so that it was tucked under her arse and her knee was up. The result was that she was sitting with her pussy fully on display in the foyer, in front of the glarse doors leading to the street. At first John didn’t notice, but when he did he just stopped and stared at her pussy. She stayed like that, smiling at him and asking him if he was OK until Ana came out of the bathroom. Of course, one of the first things she could see was Belle’s pussy on complete display, and her hand went to her mouth.
I could see Belle was quite turned on, and I’m sure that if I’d felt between her legs it would have been wet. I resisted though, thinking (correctly) that there’d be more than enough fun later.
Belle got up and made herself look decent, and we made for the door and out onto the street. Lisbon is a busy city even at night so there were quite a few people walking around. We walked past a load of taxi drivers lounging around waiting for fares, and they muttered some comments to each other as the two girls walked past, very tightly arm in arm; they made a sexy sight together, which obviously was the cause for the comments.
When we got to the car, the girls got in the back, and with John driving and me in the parseenger seat we set off. The way back took us past where the taxi drivers were, and as we drew near, the traffic lights changed to red.
We stopped right next to them. The two girls couldn’t resist it. Both o
pened their legs and put their hands into each others crotches, and started rubbing each other, and at the same time leaned over to each other and started kissing. The taxi drivers could see all this very clearly, they can’t have been more than 3 metres away. They just stared, and frankly so did John and I – we were enjoying this more than the taxi drivers, because we knew we were going to get this from them ourselves. Our only disappointment is that Ana hadn’t taken the opportunity to remove her tights and panties in the bathroom. After what seemed to be too short a time, the lights changed and we had to get moving. But the girls were obviously super turned on by their exhibitionism, and we were just shaking with excitement.
The girls continued their playing on the short ride home, which is where we had our real fun.
The Heat
I do not like saunas, I feel I am suffocating in them, but after a swim one time my husband persuaded me to try the sports centre steam room, I was reluctant, sure it would be just like the sauna when someone throws water on the heater.
I gave in, we undressed (separate changing rooms, Barnsley Metrodome has not embraced the liberated age yet) wrapped towels around and entered. We had goofed straight away, living abroad for years we were used to naked saunas. Oops, everyone had on swimming costumes still. I tried to back out but was pushed on in, desperately clasping my towel.
The room was laid out like a sauna but was longer and only had two sets of wooden benches along the long walls, the short walls housed the steamer and the door. We perched on one of the benches and I am sure some of the people in there realised I was nude under the towel and were smirking at me. Then the steamer started.
OMG, if you have never been in one it is not dry heat like a sauna, but more like sticking your head over a hot bowl of water to clear a cold. It was instantly soporific and I sagged against my husband and curled my legs up onto the bench. The steam formed a thick fog that drowned out the other people, we could have been alone. I sank down further until my head was on my husband’s lap and I stretched out my legs.
I sort of slipped into a hypnotic state and at some point, my legs were being deliciously marseaged. I lay there, loving it as the soft strokes grew firmer and gradually worked higher up my legs, I murmured encouragement to my husband and he made a puzzled sound. Only then did it dawn on me that his hands were resting on my shoulder and my head.
The strange hands gently, but firmly pushed my knees apart and slipped up my inner thighs to stroke my pussy. At that time it was shaven bare - another story - and the fingers explored this with interest. I was too relaxed and far too turned on to care or protest, I could not even tell if they were male or female hands. I squirmed in delight as an expert finger found my clit and firmly rubbed it in little circles. I let out a miaow of pleasure and husband became aware something was going on. "You okay?" He asked. "Should we go?"
"Shut up!" I hissed back. Hidden in the steam my stroker withdrew the hands to my thighs then an unmistakable greedy mouth closed down on my pussy and I heard myself let out a little shriek as a firm tongue lifted my clit and strong lips sucked it firmly. Mike yelped too as my hands tore at him and my nails ripped at him. Aware I was hugely turned on, but not why, he reached around and dropped the top of the towel down and squeezed one of my breasts, rolling the erect nipple between finger and thumb.
I am a kicker when I am being pleasured and one heel connected with an unseen obstacle, then both ankles were firmly gripped, even though another pair of hands were still holding my thighs and one hand was on my breast and another stroking my hair. But the steam drove out all thoughts of arithmetic away. the hands that held my ankles used their thumbs to stroke my insteps, a huge erogenous zone for me, my thighs were being marseaged and my lip imprisoned clit was getting a thorough tongue lashing. I came in record time, arching my back with a strangled scream, getting bitten as I slammed my hips up into the mouth between my legs. I collapsed moaning and hands stroked me soothingly all over, then there was only one pair in my hair and on one breast and I am sure I did sleep then, for a little while.
When I came to the door had opened as someone or someone's left, the steam cleared and I was lying naked on the bench, towel thrown off, head in husband's lap, on the opposite bench two young couples were openly staring, one girl looked like she was partly in shock. I sat up, snatched the towel around me and ran for it.
To this day I cannot swear it actually happened, I could have dreamt it, husband is no help, he saw nothing, all he knew was I started moaning and twitching. Maybe I just dreamt it!
And no, I have not been in a steam room since, I do not like losing control!
Farming
As a teenager, I dreamt about being a farmer. I was quite determined so a few months before my 16th birthday I went a stayed on a farm where I laboured for the summer. Every day began just before 5:00AM when ‘I’d go and get the cows in then help with the milking followed by grubbing thistles, fencing, moving stock. The day finished about 6:30pm after we’d milked for the second time and 3ashed down. On Sundays our ‘day off’ we still milked day and night but had the day off. On Saturday night every few weeks we’d drive the hour and a bit into town for dinner in the cosy club and a few beers except for me who was the sober driver.
Every few weeks Jock’s wife would tell him to take me fishing or shooting on Sunday as a reward for my hard work and frequently this would end up in a fight followed by him bad naturedly taking me out for the day grumbling about being forced into it.
After the first 6 weeks of summer holidays on the farm, I began to be useful and he stopped complaining about my lack of ability. The physical work was starting to broaden out my shoulders and build muscle. He grudging agreed that I could come out every second weekend and help out. uusally he’d give me some work for Sunday on my own usually menial while he had a lazy day.
The next couple of years came and went and he was getting happy that he could go home early on a Friday and Saturday night leaving me to clean up the cow shed, sterilise everything properly and put everything away after milking. The third summer he started to trust me to setup the cow shed ready for milking and only come down after everything was ready and the cows were in, help me with milking then head home while I cleaned up. My confidence was building and he asked if I would milk one my own for a week or two so he could go away hunting with his mates. I agreed but he made me milk for a week before he went away without helping so he was confident I could do it without cocking up. He made his wife help me so she could keep an eye on things and so the milking didn’t end up running too late.
At the end of the week he said he was happy that we’d survive and so Friday night he headed off with his mates for 10 days in the bush.
His wife and I milked Friday night and everything went well. That night after dinner she asked if I could keep a secret. I promised that I could so she said she was tired and could I manage the Saturday 5am milking on my own. I said yes, no problem. She said I’d need to never tell Jock or he’d be really angry but normally he milked on his own and she was confident I could do it and didn’t need help or supervision. She said he’d told us both I was in charge until I got back and there’d be hell to pay if things went wrong. She said if I needed help to call her from the shed phone. We both went to bed and I set my alarm for the morning.
The milking went well and it finished at 6:30am, when I got in she asked how things went and praised me for completing the milking in about the same time it took jock. She then cooked breakfast for us - she did this every morning but it was the first time we’d breakfasted alone. As she Served breakfast, She thanked me for letting her sleep in saying that she had been exhausted as she wasn’t used to milking every morning and night. She made me confirm that I’d never say anything to Jock about her lack of help so she didn’t get in trouble. I promised her that I’d never do anything to get her in trouble with Jock.
She reminded me that a farmer had responsibilities and obligation to make sure everything was running smoothly on the far
m. Then she said that there was a staff problem I needed to solve. I was puzzled and asked what she meant. She said that one of the staff wasn’t happy and that I should do something about it. I was mystified. She reminded me about my promise then said I’m not happy Jock hasn’t been paying me enough attention. I was starting to feel uncomfortable and she took my hand and placed it on her large breast. I could feel her nipple stiffening under my touch. She said if you can keep a secret then I’ll let you play with my breasts. Jocks buggered off for the weekend and left you in charge so you should have all the benefits of being the farmer as well as the jobs.
I flushed as I started to understand what she was suggesting. She took my hand a slid it up her leg, I realised that she hadn’t changed out of her Nightie and wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She asked are you man enough to take over from Jock for the week? I’d love you to be in charge for the whole week and tell me what to do. He’s always ordering me around but I’d enjoy you ordering me around....
All of a sudden, I was very clear what she was offering. I said ‘If I promise not to tell Jock you’ll do whatever I want?’
She flushed and nodded. She said we had an argument before he left and I’m very angry with him but you’ve got to promise never to tell anyone or you’ll get me in trouble. I promised not to share with anyone and she said ‘what do you want me to do?’